Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 16:36:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Miller
Subject: Rudy Part 1
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction involving two adult males. It
contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity. If you aren't allowed
to read such material, stop now. The author retains copyright.
Rudy
I'd just finished my run at Swope Park, and was cooling down. I noticed a
group of three guys, a couple hundred feet away, kicking around a soccer
ball. They all had nice builds and appeared to be good looking. One guy,
however stood out to me. He was taller than the other two, dark hair, and
darker complexion. But what struck me about him was his smile and his
laughter. From where I was I could see him smiling a lot, and it seemed
like every time he spoke he was laughing.
He totally had my interest and I couldn't help but keep looking at him.
There was just something about him, aside from his obvious hotness. A
couple of times I noticed he'd look over at me, and I'd quickly look away.
I didn't want to be stalker-like, so I sneaked a few more looks, then
walked over to my car and left. Over the next week, I was at the park four
more times and the same group of guys were always there when I finished my
run; kicking around a soccer ball and the tall one was always smiling and
laughing. At the end of my run the fourth time, I noticed the tall guy
seemed to be smiling and laughing a lot more than usual. He was also
looking over in my direction more, and catching me looking at him. As I
was getting ready to leave, he left his group and started walking over
toward me. "oh fuck," I thought, "I'm gonna get my ass kicked by these
guys, `cause they don't like me lookin' so much." I hurried as fast as I
could, but as I stood up the tall guy was only a few feet away.
"Hey man," he said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Shit," I thought, "here it comes...'why the fuck you keep lookin' at us
dude?...what the fuck's up with that??"
"Ummm, yeah sure," I nervously answered. "I've seen you here a lot this
week, and me and my buddies are getting ready to grab some beers and I was
just wondering if you wanted to come?"
I'm sure he noticed the big sigh of relief I let out; a relief that I
wasn't going to get my ass kicked after all. Although, the thought of
having something else do to my ass by this guy was definitely running
through my head. I must have been taking too long to answer, cause the
tall guy quickly said, "It's cool if you don't want to man, I just thought
it'd be fun." I really wanted to go with them, but I was in my running
clothes and didn't really want to go to a bar dressed like I was.
"I'd go man, but I don't have any other clothes," I told him.
"Shit that ain't no problem, bro," he told me, "I got some extra shorts an
a T in my car if you want."
"But you're gonna have to fend for yourself with the underwear...," the
tall guy added with a wink. Then he smiled really big, stuck out his hand,
and said "I'm Rudy."
"Nice to meet you Rudy," I answered back, grabbing his hand, "I'm Cody."
The thought of actually putting on Rudy's clothes made my crotch
immediately start to stir, and I had to do something before the sign was
too obvious. "Sure man," I said, "if you're cool with that." I didn't
want to mention the "underwear" remark for fear that my "problem" would get
even bigger. "All right, I'm parked over there," Rudy said, nodding to the
lot where I was parked. "I'll be right back I gotta get my ball." Rudy
walked back to his friends, and I watched him kick the soccer ball up into
his hands, and head back toward me. I followed Rudy to his car, and he
threw me a pair of cargo shorts and a black T. "I think these'll do," he
said as he threw them at me. I was turning around to leave when Rudy hit
me on the arm. "Glad you're gonna come bro," he said. The thought running
through my head was "wish I could make you cum, bro." The park bathrooms
were beside the parking lot and I held his clothes in front of my crotch as
I headed over to change. I had major wood going on and I had to get away
from Rudy before he noticed. I could tell my pre-cum had leaked through my
boxer briefs and had probably made a huge spot on my shorts. Almost as an
afterthought I yelled back, "Thanks man."
Once I got into the bathrooms I knew I had to change quick, because Rudy
was waiting for me to follow him to the bar. My cock ached so bad, but I
didn't dare touch it or I would have had to wrap my hand around the thick
shaft, and while thoughts of Rudy going through my head, slam out a big
load. I peeled off my shirt, my shorts, and my underwear and used my shirt
to wipe off, and hopefully dry, my dripping cock. The thought of having my
bare cock in Rudy's shorts all night was doing nothing to help my wood go
down. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to get through a couple hours of
sitting by Rudy, commando, in khaki shorts, without showing a big wet spot.
But I was determined to try. I pulled on his shorts and T, checked myself
in the bathroom mirror, and headed out.
I followed Rudy to the bar, which was only a few miles away. The next few
hours went fast, with Rudy and his friends being really easy to talk to. I
was mesmerized by Rudy's easy personality, big smile, and his laughter.
Several times he caught me looking at him, and a few times he would hit me
on the arm, grin real big, and say "what, dude?!?" A couple hours later I
was down 6-7 beers, and was feeling really good. I decided it was time to
get on the water, so I would be ok to drive home. When I ordered by first
water, Rudy gave me a hard time, calling me a "pussy," "lightweight," and a
couple other choice words. When I got up to go to the bathroom the last
time, Rudy was waiting outside the bathroom door. Obviously a little
drunker than me, he got close to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and
leaned his head close to me. "Dude," he said, "you know I was just giving
you shit don't ya." I smiled on the inside when I answered back. "it's
all good bro," I said, "I can take anything u wanna throw at me...
anything." Rudy looked at me for a minute, that big smile returned, then
he said, "Yeah bro, I bet you can."
I finally felt I was sufficiently "un-buzzed" enough to drive and announced
to the group I had to leave. I thanked them all for a great time, and
headed for the door. I was half-way there when I heard Rudy calling me.
"Hey Cody, wait up man," he said. I had completely forgotten I was wearing
his clothes, and figured that's what he was wanting. "Ummm, I'll get my
shit out of the car, change, and get these back to you," I told him. At
first I don't think Rudy knew what I was talking about, but then he smiled
big. "Ahhh no man, don't worry `bout those," he said, "I wanted to ask you
if you'd wanna go to a Sporting Kansas City match this Saturday." We'd
already covered the fact that Rudy and his friends were big soccer fans,
and I figured they went to all the games together. "You're not going with
your friends," I asked him. "Nah," he said, "Max is outta town and Chris
has traffic school." He laughed at the last part, and added "stupid
bastard!" "Sure," I told him, "what time?"
"Well," Rudy started, "the match starts at three, but I like to get there
early to check things out."
"And we'll wanna grab some lunch before...so why don't we say like 12:30."
"Sounds good to me," I told him, my heart beating kind of fast at the
thought of getting to spend some more time with him, "Where you wanna
meet?"
"Just come over to my place," Rudy said quickly, "and we'll go from there."
I was really pumped and I tried to steady my hand as I typed Rudy's address
into my phone. I kept making typos, backspacing, and re-typing. My
fuck-ups didn't go unnoticed by Rudy. "Dude," he said with his big grin,
"you don't type much, do ya?" I laughed at him and thought to myself, `no,
but there's other things I'm really good at.' Suddenly Rudy grabbed my
phone from my hands, made a few quick finger movements, and said, "I'm
putting my number in `case something comes up." Then he shoved the phone
back into my hands, slapped me on the back, and said "see ya Saturday,
bro!" I walked to my car and watched as he went back in the bar.
It was going to be three days until Saturday, and it felt like the days
dragged by. My days were filled with school and work, but my nights were
filled with dreams of Rudy looking down at me while I worked over his steel
hard rod. I'd wake up a few hours after I got to sleep, rock hard, and
slowly pump my cock until I sprayed 5-6 shots past my head onto the
headboard. I'd wake up a couple hours later, and do it again. And then a
couple hours later, again. This scene repeated itself all three nights
until Saturday. In my mind I figured Rudy was one of those straight guys
who was genuinely nice to everybody, and had absolutely no interest in
doing anything with me except being friends. A couple of times I was
tempted to call him, just to see what was up. Both times I changed my mind
because I didn't want him to freak.
Saturday finally came, and I was major pumped. I hadn't slept very much
the previous night, waking up a record 4 times, hard as usual, and shooting
a major load each time. As I was getting ready to go to Rudy's, I was
tempted to jack off again, but decided against it. I wanted to focus all
my energy on spending time with him and having fun. I got to Rudy's house,
parked, and went to the door. I rang the bell, waited, and rang it again.
"Shit," I thought, "he's set me up and doesn't even live here." But then
the door swung open and there he stood: tall, dark, and hot as fuck.
"Cody, bro, how goes it man?!?" he said with his big grin, "come on in
dude." I walked past him and Rudy slapped me on the back as I passed. "Go
into the kitchen an grab a beer," he said, "I gotta finish getting
dressed." He pointed the way, and I went in. I opened the frig, grabbed a
beer, and stood against the counter. I could hear Rudy in his bedroom, and
all kinds of nasty thoughts ran through my head. "This is gonna be kick
ass bro," he yelled out, "I been looking forward to this since the bar." I
didn't know if he wanted a response or not, so I didn't say anything back.
Then Rudy yelled out again. "Yeah man, it's gonna be awesome!"
I decided to go into Rudy's living room, and take a look around. I was
concentrating on some artwork, turned around, and ran right into Rudy. I
hadn't even heard him come in. He was standing right in front of me, and I
was caught off guard. "Hey man," I finally said, "I was admiring." There
was a long silence, with Rudy looking straight into my eyes. "Yeah," he
finally said, "me too." My mind was racing trying to think of something
witty to say, but I couldn't. All I could do was look at him. Then Rudy
spoke again. "You know what, Cody," he began, "you don't have to ask me,
go ahead, it's yours." I wasn't sure what the fuck Rudy was talking about.
Did he mean the artwork I was looking at? Was it the beer that I'd left on
the kitchen counter and hadn't opened yet? Or was it something else? Had
I not been concentrating on the thoughts in my head, I would have noticed
something hard pressing against my bare leg. Something really hard.
Before I really knew what was happening, Rudy put his hands on my shoulders
and pressed down. I offered little resistance, because I still wasn't sure
what was going on.
As Rudy was pushing me down, he pulled me closer to him. With one hand on
my shoulder, his other hand held my head against his body. I could hear
him breathing as he pushed me down farther. One hand left my shoulder and
the other stayed on the back of my head. With his free hand, Rudy pulled
up the front of his t-shirt, slipped his head through the hole at the top,
and pushed his shirt onto the back of his neck. He brought his hand down
to my head, and both hands held my head against his now naked torso. Rudy
took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then let out a low groan as
my tongue ran over his hard abs and flat stomach. As he guided my head
around his upper body, I felt something hard push against my chest. Still
working my tongue on his body, I brought my hands to the top of his shorts,
and pulled them down a little. My tongue now traced around his navel,
flicked in, and circled down below it. The hardness pressing against me
was now at the top of my chest, just below my throat. Rudy continued to
groan with a low guttural sound. While he held my head tight, I continued
to trace my wet tongue around Rudy's navel and below. The hardness pushing
against me was getting more intense.
Rudy gently began to push my head lower, past the top of his shorts, to
where his shorts began to bulge. I rested my chin on the top of his bulge,
then slowly worked it down. I continued the motions, and Rudy's groans
became more evident. "Ahhhh fuck bro," he said, "yeeaahhh that's it..." I
slowly began to trace the outline of his bulge with my mouth. Working my
mouth sideways, I lightly chewed up and down the huge mound. I could feel
the pulsing of Rudy's cock hidden beneath his shorts and underwear, and it
was hot against my mouth and cheek. Rudy pulled me harder against his
crotch, and I stepped up the intensity of my mouth assault. "Fuucckk man,"
he moaned, "that feels sooo awesome." The longer my mouth worked, the
harder Rudy's bulge grew and the more he moaned. I looked up at him, and
he was looking down at me, his eyes half-closed and fixed.
Slowly, I brought my hands up to the waist of Rudy's shorts, rubbing up his
thighs as I went. I continued to rub his thigh with one hand, while my
other hand unbuttoned his shorts and slowly slid the zipper down. I could
hear Rudy's breath suck in as I pulled the zipper over his wet swollen
crotch. Once his zipper was down, Rudy's shorts fell easily to the floor.
He stepped out of his shorts, kicked them to the side, and spread his legs
slightly. With one hand, Rudy rubbed the top of my head, and guided it
back to his crotch. He was wearing boxer shorts, and the entire front was
soaked with a mixture of my spit and his dripping cock. As my face met his
bulge, I began to lick. Rudy's crotch jumped and grew as it felt my tongue
meet the fabric. His sounds were a constant moan as my tongue and mouth
traced from the hidden tip, up to the base, then back down. The bottom
front of Rudy's boxer shorts became fuller and wetter as I wrapped my lips
around the tip and sucked slightly. His moans became more intense as I
easily sucked pre-jizz, through his boxer briefs, out of his leaking rod.
Rudy pushed my head in harder as I increased the suction, and his mound
grew bigger. "Fuck Cody," he moaned as he held my head tighter, "yeah,
that's it bro." The front of Rudy's boxer briefs was soaked, and his cock
was pulsing hard through the fabric. My hands went up to his waistband,
hooked my fingers in, and pulled them down a little. The top of Rudy's
pubes were now exposed, and I pulled them down lower, exposing more. I
moved my hand to his bush, and while I continued to work his bulge with my
mouth, ran my fingers through his pubes. Rudy's grip on my head tightened,
and his moans became louder.
My hands pulled his boxer briefs down lower, till the base of his cock was
showing. Rudy's base was thick and pulsed as I continued to run my fingers
through his hairs. I moved my mouth from his cloth covered tip to the fat
base. Rudy's cock base was hot and thick and jumped when my lips touched
it. My right hand massaged the front of his bulge, and it was wet and
sticky. My tongue licked at his pubes and wrapped around his root. Rudy's
moaning turned to groans, and his cock twitched and grew. With my lips
wrapped around the base, I slowly worked my way down his shaft, moving his
boxer briefs down as I went. With my lips just below the head, Rudy's cock
was straining at the band of his boxer briefs. It pulsed luridly and his
Rudy's breathing was heavy. "Fuck bro," he moaned, "you gotta take it out
dude...pleeeease..." Rudy's shaft shined from my spit, as I slowly lifted
my hands to his waistband, moved his boxer briefs over the engorged head,
and set his cock free. With a loud smack, Rudy's cock shot up and hit his
flat stomach. A heavy string of pre-cum ran from the inside of his boxer
briefs to his cock head, and with my hand I brought his cock half-way down.
I wrapped my tongue mid-way up the strand, breaking it free, and letting
the liquid ooze into my mouth. I followed the strand to its source and
rested my tongue below Rudy's dripping cock slit. My hand reached up to
his tight balls, and slowly began to massage. With each rub, the sweet
pre-cum flowed more steadily onto my tongue and into my mouth. One of
Rudy's hands remained on my head, and the other was in a clinched fist at
his side. "Fuuuuck bro," he groaned, "that feels soooo fucking good!"
Rudy brought his hand from his side and wrapped it around his huge pulsing
tool. With his other hand on my head, he bent my head back. "Leave your
tongue out bro," he said looking me in the eyes, "I've got something good
for ya..." Rudy slowly began to pump his fat hard cock and pre-cum dripped
out in a steady stream onto my tongue. My head was positioned so I didn't
have to swallow; the jizz ran onto my tongue and straight down my throat.
Slowly, Rudy moved his oozing cock from my tongue and began to drip his
pre-cum onto my face. With my tongue I tried to lick where he was
dripping, but was unable to reach some of spots. With our eyes locked, I
saw Rudy begin to smile. "you don't like it wasted, huh," he asked
grinning, "OK bro." He moved his hand from my head, scooped up some jizz
with two fingers, and brought them to my mouth. I licked greedily at
Rudy's wet slimy fingers, and before long his hot hard cock joined his
fingers in my mouth.
The heat from Rudy's hard throbbing cock was intense. At first, only the
head of his cock and his fingers were in my mouth. His fingers, inside my
mouth, wrapped around his cock head, and began to slide it slowly across my
tongue. My mouth remained open as Rudy's cock fucked my tongue. With each
down stroke, I would curl up the end of my tongue, and Rudy's hard wet cock
would slide back over the ridge. And each tongue fuck sent more and more
dripping jizz down my throat. Rudy took his two fingers from my mouth, and
he moved his hand to join the other one on my head. He pushed his cock to
the back of my throat, and my lips wrapped eagerly around it. My mouth was
full, and the heat from his pulsing cock felt so good as he began to slowly
pump in and out. "Dude, your mouth..." he moaned lowly, "...it feels soooo
fuckin' sweet..."
At first, Rudy pumped slowly into my mouth. When his wet cock would hit
the back of my throat, he would slowly pull out till his engorged head
ridge was just inside my lips. I decided it was time to give Rudy what I
knew he would like. The next time he slowly fucked his cock into my wet
mouth, I opened up my throat. When he hit the back of my throat and was
about to pull back out, I put my hands on his ass, pulling his cock in
deeper. Rudy's cock head hit the back of my throat for an instant, and
then slid farther down. With my hands I pulled him in deeper, until my
nose was hitting his pubes, and slowly let him pull back out. "Ahhhhh
fuuuuuuuck," Rudy groaned loudly, "fuuuck bro...what the hellll..." I let
Rudy slow fuck my throat for four to five fucks, then I had another
surprise for him. On the fifth down-fuck, when Rudy's hard dripping cock
was buried balls deep in my throat, with my hands on his ass I held him in
my throat. Breathing through my nose, I used my throat muscles to milk
Rudy's cock. His hands were holding my head hard as I felt a steady stream
of pre-cum dripping down my throat. "Dude, oh fuck, dude," Rudy kept
saying over and over. His breathing was heavy as I reached took, one of
hands from my head, and brought it to my swollen throat. I put his hand on
the front of my cock-filled throat, and he could feel its fullness and
being milked. Rudy's breath was shorter now, and he was barely able to
speak. "Fuck dude," he said, "that's gotta be the most awesome thing I've
ever fuckin' felt...fuuuuck." His hand slowly traced his cock in my
throat, from just under my chin to below my adam's apple.
I could feel Rudy's cock getting bigger in my throat, and his breath was
even shorter. I let his hard wet cock out of my throat and Rudy's hand
went back to head and he began to fuck my face a little harder. I looked
up at him, and Rudy's eyes were fixed on me, staring. His grip on my head
got tighter, and he began to fuck harder. "You're gonna fuck get it now
bro," he breathed out hard, "yeah, you're gonna fuckin get it good..." I
could tell Rudy was nearing the point of losing control, as he moved from
slow to medium throat fucking, to all out skull fucking. I kept my throat
open and breathed through my nose as Rudy's hard thick cock pounded into my
throat over and over. I continued looking up at him, and saw his teeth
were clenched and his stomach was moving in and out at a fast speed.
Rudy's groans and the wet sloppy sounds of my throat being fucked filled
the room. Then, Rudy grabbed my head harder than ever, pushed his cock as
far down my throat as it would go, held it there, and let out a low hard
groan. "Aaahhhh fuuuuuuuck duuuuuuude," he groaned,
"I t ' s f u c k i n c o m i n m a a n n n n ..."
I didn't feel the first shot hit the back of my throat. I felt the first
shot hit my throat walls about half-way down my throat, where Rudy's hard
wet cock was lodged. Three more shots fired out of his engorged tool,
hitting my throat walls hard, then sliding down into my gut. I was
breathing heavy through my nose as his enormous loads shot out to coat my
throat. Rudy slowly pulled his cock out of my throat, continuing to shoot
as he went. Three more shots filled the back of my throat and my mouth as
his cock moved backwards. As the ridge of his cock head reached my lips, I
put my hand to his base and began to pump. "FUCK," Rudy yelled out, "FUCK
YES!!" My pumping produced two more squirts, and the juice felt sweet and
warm in my mouth. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and continued to
milk his shaft. A shorter stream of cum leaked out onto my tongue, and
joined the full loads in my mouth. I put Rudy's loads on my tongue,
swirled it around his cock head, then looked at him as I sucked it off. By
this time, Rudy's grip on my head has eased and he was now gently rubbing
it. His eyes were not so intense, his teeth unclenched, and a big grin on
his handsome face. I continued to rub his balls and suck about half-way
down his shaft, as Rudy leaned hard against the wall. His underwear, wet
and crumpled, was still between his legs at his feet. Rudy continued to
rub my head as I sat back catching my breath. My breathing returned to
normal, and I looked up to see Rudy still leaning against the wall. I got
to my feet and Rudy still had a huge grin on his face. I was about to
turn, when I felt Rudy's hand on my shoulder. I turned to face him, and
Rudy leaned in toward me. As he brought his head closer, at first I
thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, Rudy brought his mouth to my
ear. "Hey Cody," he whispered to me, "I'm not through with you yet..."